Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.